We rush to and fro as if we lived in caves and had to kill our food fresh each day!

Lord, as I read of life in the 1600s among oppressed peoples, I’m impressed again with what convenience, what ease, what pleasant blessings are ours. But still we murmur, still we fret, still we rush to and fro as if we lived in caves and had to kill our food fresh each day! Forgive us as we lay our hands upon our mouths.

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